We were just talking. I said something generally stupid. I said “I don’t know why I said that, that was just stupid”.
She stopped our discussion and said “Mamo, you never say anything stupid. That wasn’t stupid.”
I tried to tell her that I do, indeed, say something stupid. Probably more often than I recognize.
She wouldn’t hear it.
Though I felt obligated to convince her it occurred to me she would discover soon enough how flawed I (we) can be.
Maybe her faith in me will encourage me to be less stupid.